01. Through Her Silvery Body02. Deadly Nightshade03. Out Of This Gloomy Light04. Swallow (Horror, Pt. I)05. Silence Of The Womb06. Hold This Woe07. Under The Waves08. The Morning Never Came

I remember the first thing I did when I received this album was stare at the cover art for a while, is just awesome! The abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods, and the dark scene only lighted by a dim light coming out from the second floor of the house… creepy isn't it?
As for the music, is as creepy as the cover art, when I listen this I get the feeling that these guys recorded this Cd in that old cabin in the middle of a forgotten forest, and the light coming out is actually the rehearsal room of the band…

Things start with a sad piano at the beginning of the opener "Through Her Silvery Body", but then the multi layered guitars enter the arena. Slow and melancholic, that's the name of the game for Swallow the Sun, and they know how to play it! The whole album is a little jewel, the thing that impresses me the most is how they've achieved such excellent level in their debut album, and my only fear is that they won't be able to come up with a better sophomore release, that's the real test, but definitively Firebox Records saw something in this guys that others didn't, great move there for the ever-growing Finish record label.

The textures and the layers of each song are exquisite, every song is dripping sadness and melancholy through gloomy atmospheres and depressive songs, all of this countered by vocals full of hate and despair.
Songs are lengthy, clocking about 7 minutes each, but every one of them manages to maintain its pace and it doesn't get boring listening to this album over and over.

What more can I say? This is a MUST-HAVE for every Doom Metal fan, the only thing I regret is that we're in summer down here in South America, because this album would be the perfect soundtrack for any rainy autumn or a cold winter.

Seriously, what is it in the climate, the food or the landscape that makes people from northern territories so unhappy? Is it the snow, the dark forests, the reindeers that make them grow despair as if it were a new kind of very nutritive aliment? Sorry about these uninteresting existential questions, but when I hear the first album of the Finnish Swallow The Sun, I'm really glad I live in England, where the morning sometimes comes .